Day 1

As June Carter Cash sang, "I'm going to Jackson," and that is what we did. Originally, we planned to leave at 10:00 a.m., but with the trip to Sonic for a Route 44 Sweet Tea, extra ice, and a return trip to the house for books-on-tape, batteries, and my fly rods and reels (hee, hee, hee), we hit the interstate at 11:00, instead. KFC for lunch and then on to Marshall, TX.

I have learned a new saying from Mom, "It's going in the journal." I learned that this saying accompanies an undesired behavior, such as having to spend time getting the tea or going back to the house or missing the Rest Area sign. Mom just pops out with it and certainly exaggerates my misbehaviors, but it is really funny, because she just says it without undue provocation, and with Mom's hyperbolic writing skills and sarcasm, it is hilarious. We do have a great time.

In Marshall, we visited the Texas & Pacific Railway Museum, which is also an active AMTRAK station. The museum portrayed the life of Marshall during its railroad days. Both of my grandfathers worked for the T&P, and we saw pictures and memorabilia of the railroad's heyday, including name plates of my dad's dad and grandfather.

We left Marshall, traveled through Louisiana, and briefly toured Vicksburg. We decided to make it our last destination on our way home. Dusk began and Mom expressed a desire for a good sandwich, so I punched McAllister's Deli into Cody's GPS, and on to Jackson we ventured. We enjoyed our meal, chose the Holiday Inn Express for the evening, planned tomorrow's trip--Savannah, GA it is, and bunked down for the night. The travelling is easy, but we are looking forward to Friday and being tourists.